essay I wrote in 11th grade

(The picture has nothing to do with the essay its just a radom one from high school that I think is cool)


Last summer I went to New York and Washington D.C. for history day. In New York I got to visit my cousin, his wife and their little boy. My cousin lives in Brooklyn by the Brooklyn bridge. We (my Mom who will always do what it takes to get what she wants, my sister Noelle, who is always complaining about everything, my cousin Sienna who is a “super genius” and was our fearless guide threw the Brooklyn projects, my friend Daniel who is always joking around or making fun of people) arrived in New York at around lunch time and then rented a car and drove to Brooklyn. The drive was uneventful except for my sisters losing battle for the front seat which she will never forget.
We started to see some of the really tall buildings in the fog on the horizon. We got to my cousins house around five or six, and it was lightly raining and really cold. I was complaining because when I was packing, my cousin Sienna (who knows every thing) offered the advice, when I asked if I should bring some long sleeve shirts, “New York is so hot, all you’re going to be wearing shorts and t-shirts.” I remembered this as I shivered through the freezing rain, dragging the oversized bag my mom had recently bought me, to my cousin Enoch's apartment in an old looking red brick building. As we stepped into the buildings small lobby the rain really started coming down. Daniel thought we would die from the huge drops of rain.
After we settled, we had a delicious breakfast, Enoch was great at making breakfast foods for dinner. We had waffles, blueberries, hash browns, scrambled eggs and fruit. After dinner my mom said “Come move the car with me,” so I trekked back down stairs in one of my cousins huge coats and through the torrential rain to the rental car. My mom wanted to park as close as we could to the apartment even if we had to squeeze in-between a driveway and a SUV and risk “death by chain saws” as Daniel said. In the process of trying to squeeze in to the claustrphobic space my mom bumped into the SUV infront of us. She went into reverse to put a little space between the two cars but for some reason she never quite got the car in reverse and then looking behind us she eased the gas moving us into the car in front of us, and pushed it up onto the hood of our car. I yelled at my mom (who wasn't sure what was happening) to stop and she did and really went in reverse this time. As we backed away I could see the classic style SUV with false wood paneling go back down to its original position and my mom had finally parked the car. That night we sleep through thunder, lightning and stuffy noses (we were all sick) and in the morning no one wanted to get up.
We finally got up and dressed with the least amount of energy possible even with my mom driving us like slaves, and headed down stairs with my mom telling us all the things we had to get done in one day, which was absoluty mind boggling. After two seconds outside we all went back up stairs to put on warmer clothes. Once appropriately dressed we walked to the end of the street to catch a shuttle with a bunch of New Yorkers (think New York accent) to the sub way station. We had to get sub way cards to ride the train and Noelle wanted to do it even though Sienna was already an expert. After much deliberation we went out to the platform to wait for the train. When it came a lot of people wanted to get on, so we waited patiently (except for my mom) then tried to pack. In the process of getting in the train doors shut clamping on Daniel like a starved monster trying to swallow some hopeless pray. The doors didn't open right a way and Daniel gave a small yelp then they opened and as soon as he was free they shut again with a space ship door type sound and the speedy train was on its way. Daniel still thinks the train tried to eat him.
We got off the train at some station Sienna designated and made our way threw battery park to the ferry dock to go to the Statue of Liberty. We went into a large white tent and put our stuff threw a metal detector which let me through with a small pocket knife, a bunch of random metal objects I had collected over some time and a small metal rod in my back pack. Daniel was amazed because the metal rod could be a weapon and we could be terrorists. We got on the slow boat and went to the top which was the coldest wettest place to be( my mom forced us up there to get the best view damn the costs). It took the better part of a half hour to get to the statue, which Daniel couldn't see because he forgot his glasses at the house which was a conspiracy, Daniel informed us. When we were almost back to the shore my mom called my other cousin Aaron who also lived in New York. He also just happened to work close to Battery Park. So we met him and had a chat. After our chat we again boarded the nightmare some call... “public transportation”...(dun dun dun). We had lunch and again risked death to travel under ground. we got of at the stop Sienna told us to, and took a walk threw Central park to get to the Metropolitan Museum. We looked around for a while then started to walk in circles trying to get back to the place where we were supposed to meet. On our way we found my mom who said she would be just a minute so we kept going in some circles then made it to the bench where Sienna and Noelle had sat down to rest. Noelle was up set because we were late. My mom took even longer and our rest turned into sleep and I’m told some people (daniel called them rapests) took pictures of us but eventually my mom came and
we went on our way.
Our next stop was the Empire State building which was across the city so we took the bus which was just as scary as the train with crazy local and fast moving doors. We made it to the Empire State building only because my mom insisted and went threw some more metal detectors none of which said any thing about the countless weapons in my bag. We waited in a strange winding line for a while before we got to the top then, we got to see the sights of the city (well the tops of the sights of the city). We walked around of a while which we had been doing all day so Daniel and I went down to the lobby to wait for the slow pokes. We waited for like 30 minutes then they come down saying they want to go ride some simulator ride which I though we decided against, but no, my mom dragged us back up the tower to ride some lame little simulator with a screen maybe twice the size of a normal tv. You could see the sides of the room so you could tell the floor was moving and you weren't in the movie. Everyone agreed that the ride was lame and so went back to the sub way and back to Brooklyn to get off at the wrong stop at Sienna’s command and risk as Daniel put it “rape with chain saws” walking through the projects as some call it. back to the cobble stone road with the red brick building.
That night we watched the classic Simpsons “Hell hole” episodes on Enoch's computer, and I wondered if our trip would have been different if different people had come? Or did we have the right people at the right